I don't much care what the boffins decide.
(Do they dissemble? Has somebody lied?)
Global Warming's rights and wrongs,
Can go back in the box where each belongs.
If Mankind's responsible, that's too bad.
If he's not then we're being 'had'.
Are we heading for a hotter stage?
Are we on the way to a new Ice Age?
It matters not, in the wider scheme;
'Do something about it!' that's the theme!
Think of a world where all can live
Powered by something 'alternative'!
Think how clean, think how pleasant!
Think how great for the poorest peasant!
A world without smog! Please bring it on!
How great when all that filth has gone!
And so, regardless of 'who' and 'why'
I think that all of us should try
To harness that great big ball of fire
That can give all the power that we desire.
It's hanging about up there, right now,
So let's all concentrate on the 'how'!
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Oh my, the first is dark, very dark - and the ending, parting in "Bring me another needleFor that's my only friend." is a line that just chills one to the core. Haunting. Resonant. And to both, a beautiful rhythm and rhyme; they flow on splendidly. Global Warming, oh joy...

wow, now these are intense. you walk a hard line there with a few jabs at mental illness, so to speak; some of us on the receiving end of the jabs might feel a little ouchy-- but that's o.k.-- this work has spirit! Brava! xxJenne'

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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..